A hallucination of snow-white florals and frosted vanilla resin with a cherub's breath, hush of winter pear nectar, and honeyed choir-loft air.

Who doesn't love a badass, brooding antihero? Well-worn leather, the acrid smoke of cigarettes, and a soft side of honey and vanilla.

One of our very first blends. Sweet black cherry tarts with warm, clinging honeymusk tea and a soft wisp of old-fashioned perfume - roses, honeysuckle, gardenia, and chamomile.

Our amber from Summer O5 took our breath away. Rich and resinous, accented with shreds of earthy patchouli, and sharp sandalwood.

A celestial fusion of frankincense dust on cold night air, myrrh resin warmed by desert starlight, threads of galactic vanilla bean, golden amber stardust, and a hush of eclipse-dark musk.

Smells like heartbreak and Cardi B. Dragon's Blood, cheap cabernet, marked-down chocolates, and a pint of caramel ice cream salted with your own tears.

Our take on this vital fluid is a full-bodied, spiced Merlot splattered with dried figs, dripping with resins, and gushing with a bouquet of berries.

Equal parts sugar rush and shiver down the spine. Red licorice, black cherry, melting chocolate, and caramel smoke.

Hot Apple Pie, Cinnamon, Vanilla, and hauntings of traditions old & new.

An ambiguous spill of Cabernet and salt. Wood rot, dried eucalyptus, cotton, and sooty, guttered candles caked with age-old dust.

Sacred woods - cedar, hinoki, and palo santo, and the glowing essence of ancient frankincense and myrrh resins.

Rustling patchouli leaves, dark vanilla, and an irresistible allure of fireside pralines and campy 80s horror movies.

Crushed black raspberry against dark chocolate and serrated sandalwood.

Old evergreens and perfumed wrapping paper covered in rottenly sweet caramel apples, spiked cider, and spun sugar.

A Slayer. Distortion of cold mineral spring waters brought to a violent boil and infused by electric black currant, grungy oakmoss, and backstage jasmine.

A tender abundance of holly berry and ripe pear, softened by rose and mimosa and deepened with cherry and plum, rooted in cool beachwoods and fertile earth.

She-dragon's blood, smoldering snapdragons, and scorched dragon fruit.

Gossamer-light marshmallows, grounded by sweet amber, and drizzled with bright lavender syrup.

A king's sarcophagus brimming with a ransom of green tea, eucalyptus, and Egyptian musk.

A slightly psychotic blend of sweet cinnamon, rich cardamom, spicy ginger, and a faint touch of innocent vanilla.

A phantasmic draft of dried sweet pea, violet, and Victorian roses.

Evading deals with the devil, in heels, and enflamed with the redolence of haute peonies.

Odd things happen inside the Gingerbread House at night. A hazy plume of piped vanilla icing on stale gingerbread, sticky icky gumdrops, cinnamon sugar laced with minty seeds and stems, petigrain, uncured hemp, and a veil of sweet smoke. "Based on an original idea by our friends at Arcana Wildcraft."

Winter's wolf moon midnight lamented with bourbon, clove, casks of oak, and a luminous blend of orange, orchid, and flannel sheets.

Pumpkin Spiced Latte's asshole cousin.

Lethal sweet cream, vanilla smoked frankincense and myrrh, dripping honey pots, molten beeswax, and buzzsaw-harvested oats. She's a pistil with a hint of nutz. Consider yourself swarmed.

A sharp strike of fresh-cut pine, iced cedarwood splinters, and sap-sweet resin and drops of maple syrup, smoked with winter bonfire embers, and cooled by frosted eucalyptus breath...crisp, wild, and one candy cane short of a headline.

Exotic fruits - coconut, papaya, mango - amidst sweet berries, apples, and nectarine. An explosive burst of citrus and light musk, salted driftwood, and sugar cane.

A bewitching trail of mistletoe and balsam softened by orange peel, apple slices, star anise, and panettone sugar. Midnight broom bristles sooted with vanilla smoke and ominous edges.

Fizzy flash of effervescent cherry, glossed in sassafrass and rose, finished with dollops of candied vanilla and almond cream.

The pervasive scent of cinnamon buns, peppermint cream cheese frosting, a double-tall dash of sea salt, underscored with whiskey, tobacco stains, toffee candies, and delicious filthy lucre. Sweet enough to trust; salty enough to know better.

Cucumber, green tea, and even greener pastures of sap moss. Buckin', plowing, and stampeding through rapturous meadows of 8-second pleasure and ecstasy.

A scandalous blend of iced ylang ylang, whipped tonk bean cream, laced with blackcurrant, and a whisper of peppermint lipstick left on the rim. A naughty list scented in exquisite boudoir perfume and written in permanent ink.

A delicate play of bergamot and jasmine, orchid and violet, over a sensible wash of sandalwood, and salty kelp.

A bubble-bursting baptism in wisteria, freesia, and pomegranate-scented holy waters.

Peculiarly spicy, warm black pepper, sweetened with brown sugar, and a veil of smoke and campfire s'mores.

A star-studded break in rank with dark florals rearwarding into peppered vanilla.

The moon and sun cross paths, opening a portal for scryers. Evergreen, hyacinth, and tuberose. April 8th, 2024 - Solar Eclipse exclusive.

Dark melody tuberose, withering black peonies, and severed Victorian rosebuds, layered with notes of grim spices, woods, and vetiver.

Chunky, punky pie splattered and spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove. Obliterated marshmallow whipped into creme puffs.

She doesn't knock. She kicks the door open in neon pear, peachy vanilla, and a flash of gardenia.

A neglected box o' chocolates - cherry cordials, coconut cremes, almond clusters, chocolate-covered strawberries, raspberry parfaits - covered in dust and tossed aside for bigger game.

An astro-bazaar of solar-flared tropical fire fruits, cosmic smoke and mirrors, and moon-shadowed poppies. April 8th, 2024- Solar Eclipse exclusive.

The redolence of Billy Butcherson. The cravat of a witch's ex-boyfriend, hallowed ground, and 300 years of silence. "Based on an original idea by our friends at Arcana Wildcraft."

Pink satin lingerie, black bowtie, and cuffs & cotton tails—a perfumed exploitation of iconic 1980s feminine sexuality. Bushy wildflowers and sweet, juicy melons.

Red leopard-print holster leather, blazing orchids, and stinging cactus blooms perfume the air of a wild-west tequila sunset.